</>Nothing is said, <br />The question is asked <br />And the Past <br />Has a hundred meanings, <br />None of them lasts <br />Only until I, the creator, <br />Become the Past... <br /> <br />What I am told <br />Has no influence on the truth, <br />What I believe is the matter <br />When no fact is plain, <br />Proving any more or less real, <br />That it really happened <br />The way I am always altered <br />And now the question remains: <br />What can I say? <br />There is no other to confer! ... <br /> <br />If two people see the same thing, <br />When one calls it Blue <br />And the other Yellow, <br />It could be either one <br />But who knows, <br />Who can clearly sees the real color? <br />Only time will tell <br />And when the truth is revealed, <br />It would be too late for you to know <br />For you have become the Past...<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-irrelevant-past/
